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In the Beginning There Were No Canyons

“In the beginning there were no valleys, ” he told me. “There were simply no canyons in the Great Plains, but instead just broad, open areas where rich grasses waved in the wind gusts. ” Intrigued, I actually sat and took in as he told his tale.

He or she told me of a time when the Master from the Earth walked all over the broad land and asked the Prairie, “Where are your flowers? ” The particular Prairie replied merely, “I have no seeds. ” So the Learn gave his orders to the birds of the air until these people flocked from north, south, east and west, each having a seed to drop upon the fertile ground. Soon enough the particular Prairie bloomed with all the bright colors of crocuses and sunflowers, of lillies plus roses, of aster and clover.

When the flowers had grown and their rich colors experienced brightened the land, the Master returned to the Prairie plus was well delighted. Yet even in their pleasure he noticed that some of his favorite flowers were still missing. Once more he spoke towards the Prairie and inquired, “Where are the clematis and the columbine? Exactly where are the violets and ferns? Where are the flowering shrubs I really like so much? ” “Master, ” replied the particular Prairie with sadness, “I have attempted, but I cannot keep those flowers, for the sun beats sizzling upon them and scorches them prior to they can grow. The wind blows hard upon them and drives them aside before they can put down roots. I have attempted, my Master. Will not you help me? ”

So the Master spoke to the Heavens and in an instant a great bolt of super leapt from the heavens to the earth, striking the Prairie with a heavy blow. The Prairie cried away in agony and for a long while mourned the gaping, jagged gash that had been still left upon it—a deep, charred scar that will contrasted sharply using the bright grasses plus vivid flowers close to. “Why, Master? ” it sobbed in bewildered sorrow.

But soon enough the particular gentle rains started to pour their cleansing waters into the injury, washing away everything that had been seared and scorched. The birds returned once more plus dropped their seed products into the depths. And before long, brilliant green mosses sprang up within it, lengthy vines covered within wondrous flowers trailed down it, and every nook was hung with clematis and columbine. Great elms and willows took up their place and stretched their divisions toward the heavens high above. Ferns and violets grew in bright clusters along the banks of the river that went gently through its deepest parts.

This canyon became the Master’s place of special delight, the place where he found peace, rest, and pleasure, the place where he had been most content to live. And as the Prairie gazed at all the newfound beauty, all this fresh evidence of existence and grace, it could only conclude the fact that Master of the Earth had been wise plus good. It understood now that the brightest of the blooms grow only in the places that have been prepared by the particular heavy hand from the Master. It knew now that the most beautiful from the flowers grow only in the deep valleys.

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I prefer to finish the tale right now there. But for those who want to know more, here is the rest of what happened that time.

“Won’t you tell me, I requested, what the flowers stand for? ” “They would be the evidences of God’s grace in a life, ” he replied, “—the flowers (or fruit if you prefer) that God’s Spirit grants to those he or she indwells: love, pleasure, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, meekness, and self-control. All these is as beautiful and as wondrous as the finest flower. ” “And which of these develop only in the valleys, ” I questioned, “only in the dark places? ” “Kindness, meekness, and self-control, ” he said. “Love, joy, peace as well as the others grow nicely in the wide open sunshine and in the days associated with ease. But amazing advantages, gentleness, and self-control grow best within the deep canyons, in those places specifically prepared by the hands of the Master. If you would like see these shown in your life, you must be willing to have your own Master prepare you. ”

 

Motivated by Gwen’ s Canyon by Rob Connor.